Gift for Orenjimaru
Jack Morrison groggily rolled over and tried to shield his eyes from the sunlight that streamed in through the windows— a gentle reminder that it was time to wake with the rest of the world. But really, Jack wanted nothing more than to stay in bed.
Why worry, I’ve got everything I want right here: I’m retired, I live in a decent house, and I have my husband right he—
Jack suddenly realized that the bed was lacking a weight on the other side and he quickly fumbled around, feeling for what should be there.
In a moment of panic he threw off the covers, swung his legs over the bed, and stumbled out of the room.
Where was Gabe?? Oh god, it’s Talon. They just can’t leave well enough alone, can they?
As he was running, Jack picked up a smell…. Somewhat fruity, a little spicy, and…. Was that coffee?
He slowed down and rounded the corner into the kitchen and found his husband standing there in front of the stove. A pitcher of orange juice was on the counter to his left and just to the right sat Gabriel’s favorite mug (it read: #1 Old Guy Love, Jesse) half full of coffee.
At the sound of strained breathing, Gabriel turned and found Jack nearly out of breath in the doorway. He put down his spatula and hurried to Jack’s side.
“Jackie, is everything alright?” Gabe fussed over Jack, trying to physically check for anything out of the ordinary.
Jack smiled to himself and let out a breathless chuckle. Of course he’s here. There’s nowhere else he would be; Talon’s long gone, the war’s been over for 4 years.
He reached out and put a hand on Gabe’s shoulder reassuringly, “Yeah. Yeah, Gabi, everything’s fine. Just forgot is all….thought you were gone.”
Gabriel’s eyes widened and a look of concern washed over his features. “Oh. No, Jack. Jack I’m right here. Everything’s fine; was it the nightmares again?”
“Yeah. That’s what it was; I woke up and you weren’t there and I….” Jack paused and tears began welling up in the corners of his eyes, “I thought I had lost you again.”